The Riven Lands are a fractured realm born from a magical event, The Sundering which violently pulled people from countless realities into a bleeding scar across existence. Magic here is a vile, twisting curse, its power warping flesh and mind. Its inhabitants, xenophobic and without loyalty, cling to life amidst decaying lands, endless wars, and horrifying Gods that everyone worships in some form. Hope is a lie; only brutal struggle remains in this world drowned in cynicism and sheer cruelty.
| Played | 8 times |
| Cloned | 3 times |
| Created | 2 days ago |
| Last Updated | Yesterday |
| Visibility | Public |
| Coordinates | (-7014, 8235) |
Crimsonhold's Sanguine Scrubber is a grim, echoing stone chamber, perpetually reeking of lye, spirits, and old blood. Murky, reddish troughs of tepid water, soiled from constant use and uncleaned wounds, dominate. Soldiers and low-caste wash, overseen by cold, appraising guards. Scarred veterans scrub grime; war captives, terrified, endure lewd remarks and dehumanizing treatment before being assigned to brutal pits. Whispers of comfort for officers and demonic "tributes" are common. Air vibrates with chains and murmurs of a populace under tyranny where bodies are mere tools.
Vast, murky reddish troughs dominate the space, stained with old wounds and grime. The chamber echoes with the clank of chains and murmurs of fear, overseen by stern guards and filled with scarred veterans and terrified captives.